25 June, 1998 Memories of a Duckon moment. When I heard Susan van Camp had complimented a piece of mine, an ink from years back I thought particularly bad, I simply had to know what she could have possibly seen in it. She told me. She liked the form, felt it was a very natural gesture I had drawn. It was a stunning revelation, not just for that particular piece, but to realize that in even the most godawful work may lie one kernal of beauty. I never got into art school myself... do they teach you that?
